Look, I don't want to kick your dad's ass, all right? I just want to keep the judge off mine.

Dad's dead. He didn't show for court 'cause he's lyin' dead somewhere.

When was the last time you saw him?

A couple weeks.

Who's he running around with? Where they all hanging out?

He doesn't tell me that stuff, sir.

Now, you know I got the legal right to go in there hunting the man, anyplace I want.

I know you'd be wasting your time and pissing me off. Jessup Dolly is dead. He’s lying in a crappy grave somewhere or become piles of shit in a hog pen. Maybe he’s been left out plain in the open, but wherever he is, he’s there dead.

And you know this how?

You must’ve heard what Dolly’s are, ain’t you, mister?

Well, I’ve heard what some are anyhow, and I have bonded a few.

I’m a Dolly, bred’n buttered, and that’s how I know Dad’s dead.

How old are you?

Seventeen.